My husband locked me in the basement to die. His mistress brutally drove her stiletto into my bleeding hand. “How does it feel to be punished?” she smiled. I didn’t scream or beg. “Your loyal servant was caught upstairs with that ugly green pendant,” she sneered, holding it up. “You have no one left. You’re finished.” She thought she had won. I just smiled, my blood turning to ice. Because the time to send them both to hell had finally arrived.
I lay face-down on the freezing concrete, my silk blouse soaked red, my body too broken to even shiver. The air down there smelled like dust, iron, and the sharp, …
My husband locked me in the basement to die. His mistress brutally drove her stiletto into my bleeding hand. “How does it feel to be punished?” she smiled. I didn’t scream or beg. “Your loyal servant was caught upstairs with that ugly green pendant,” she sneered, holding it up. “You have no one left. You’re finished.” She thought she had won. I just smiled, my blood turning to ice. Because the time to send them both to hell had finally arrived. Read More